Dungeon Crawl #1
Welcome to a brand new blog hop – Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.
So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!
‘Stand up, please,’ Jeremy said. The command – for it was definitely a command, not a request, despite his impeccable manners – was aimed at her, but Ethan stood too.
Jeremy moved over to a dresser at the edge of the room and beckoned them over. He didn’t look happy. Alice’s heart sunk. Had he found out about what she and Ethan had done earlier and decided he wasn’t pleased about it? She didn’t see how he could have done, unless Ethan had told him, and she couldn’t see that happening if Ethan thought his friend would be pissed off about it. He also hadn’t asked her to keep quiet, so it clearly wasn’t a secret.
‘Bend over the dresser, please, Alice.’
Looking at him with wide eyes, she was just about to ask why when he raised an eyebrow. Fearful of upsetting him and causing him to call time on their mutually beneficial agreement, she did as he asked.
‘Alice,’ he said softly. She could hear him moving behind her. ‘Press your forehead to the dresser, and keep it there.’
More confused than ever, she complied, feeling ridiculous. She couldn’t stop her brain from working overtime. Surely this wasn’t the first challenge? They weren’t in the right room – if the challenges were listed in order, that was – and she hadn’t seen any of the relevant props. But she supposed there were more than enough hiding places for them in this room. One of the reasons she’d always adored old houses like this was the number of cool hidey-holes scattered throughout.
Hands grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over her waist, exposing her. She was bent far enough over that there was no risk of it slipping back down of its own accord.
‘I’m glad you wore a skirt today, Alice,’ Jeremy said. ‘And I’m sure Ethan is too.’
The two men sniggered behind her back, and she felt her cheeks – the ones on her face – grow hot. Not only were they both staring at her bare backside, they were making subtle references to what she and Ethan had done earlier. So he did know! And, apparently, didn’t mind.
‘I hope you have lots of skirts and dresses,’ Jeremy continued. ‘Because you will be expected to wear them all of the time, unless you’re told otherwise by one of us. And what’s more, you won’t need much underwear, as when you’re wearing skirts or dresses, you will be without knickers or thongs of any kind.’
He laughed, then reached beneath her to tweak a nipple through her clothes. ‘Of course, you won’t be expected to go without a bra. Those big tits of yours can’t be expected to behave without one to keep them in line.’
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